Lu Yi naturally knew it was Ye Luo, and she wouldn't refuse him.
"The young master's room is best cleaned personally by me to ensure everything is perfect,"
Lu Yi said with a gentle smile as she turned her head.
Ye Luo also smiled faintly. In Ye Luo's heart, he never regarded Lu Yi as merely a songstress. To Ye Luo, whether it was Lu Yi or Nalan Rou, they were akin to Ling Qingya and others back on Earth—just his women, nothing more and nothing less.
"Come on, let's go and rest. Tomorrow, you'll go out with me to find a good place and purchase a manor—so we'll have our own home!"
Upon hearing Ye Luo's words, Lu Yi's face distinctly flushed red. It was unclear whether her blush was due to Ye Luo's mention of resting together or the idea of building their own home.
It was another night of rain and clouds. However, early the next morning, Lu Yi still managed to rise well ahead of time.
By the time Ye Luo awoke, Lu Yi had already prepared breakfast for him.
